Tuesday, September 11, 2018

No. 12 - No Fenders turns Twelve Today!

No Fenders Head Scribe Tomaso eating Cake at another No Fenders B-Day party. (the Tomaso Collection)
Tuh-Duh! So does that mean No Fenders has now used up three of its Nine Blogging life's? And it's got nothin' to do with living in thou land 'O 12S'

Ah, how I wish for a tranquil Day's Walkabout upon Thy Isle of Nofendersville Mateys', as Back Off Yuhs Seafair Pirates; R-R-R'

Having lamented in last year's riveting No Fenders 11th B-day post, how I'd need to run the string out at least until then next year's Number 12, since after all DJ Willy P', as Jeffrey Iannucci cleverly named Will Power many Moons ago once was my second favourite IndyCar driver...

As I began scribblin' this eclectic No Fenders Birthday Shout-out Wayback in early July, just days after that El Stupidio BOOM-BOOM! Holiday, when I was still tethered to the All knowing Internetz'.

Since it's been a really strange year ever since making the sudden, Snap, Shock Decision in mid-April to finally move from My current Domicile  after nearly 21yrs inhabitance; Aye Karumba!

And I'd LUV' to go  into full blown detail 'bout the economy v the Puget Sound's Insanely Red Hot Housing Market, i.e.; yearly rental increases of 12-15% the past 3yrs vs. Property Taxes escalating an average 'O 45%; Blah-blahity-blah...

Like the once legendous' and now imploded Legion 'O boom, Tomaso's seeking a ride outta town aboard one of those 'Ol Crapwagon Dallaras' long abandoned after Super Bowl XLVI. (the Tomaso Collection)
AnyHoo, it just became nauseatingly sickening to see my rent increase so massively each year, with my current neighborhood's Gentrification forcing a lifelong Warshintonion' to be forced to vacate his long-term residence

Yet when one's income fails to grow even one measly, Bloody red' cent per year; err 1% - coupled along with thou Audacity of trying to live as a single Blind person alone in Seattle whilst Fumbling, Bungling 'N Definitely Stumblin' along thru life...

Hence, with an overly Heavy Heart, I very reluctantly made the decision to move  further away from the GURR-REAT! Metropolis of Downtown Seattle. As Thank You Very Little Amazon, et Al.

Not to mention our Cowardly Lion at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. Destined to make Americre' Great Again; BARF! But enough of that Noise, Eh? Even if it's consumed  my entire summer. As Inquiring Minds wanna Know. Where will Tomaso G-O?

As it's been a pretty quiet year for Mwah on several fronts, with only two Motorsports activities planned. Attending this year's Indianapolis 500 at Mother Speedway, where I find it deliciously Apropos that Will Power, driving his No. 12 racecar would finally Crack his Egg; Err "Break his Duck" en route to his maiden Indy 500 win the year that No Fenders turns twelve!

As this one's for you Will, 'cause Yuhs comes from Ah land 'O plenty, Righto Mate?

Will Power leading at the Famed Milwaukee Mile's 2014 race, the year he won the IndyCar Championship. (the Tomaso Collection)
Next, I'd originally planned to have been visiting the Rose City's Portland International Raceway over Labour Day weekend- after an eleven years Hiatus; Thanxs IndyCar! With my trusty 'Ol Seeing Eye Guy & Racetrack Sherpa Claudio', whilst subjecting Y'all to another rambling, elongated three part No Fenders prose over a different sort of stroll down Memory Lane at PIR.

And Unless Portland's gone All Slap Happy Capitalistic over the past 11yrs; Err Corporate and greedily cashed in upon "Naming rights,"
a la Phoenix Int'l Raceway now being ISM Raceway. Uhm? May be Portland International Raceway could become Sunquist Raceway of Portland instead? Nah, it's too Gray 'N Damp up here; Oh Never Mind!

Yet with the trauma 'O moving, personal reasons et al, less than a Fortnight before the race, I made the unusual decision to Skip attending this year's IndyCar race at Portland. Electing to watch it from thou newly acquired sectional couch upon my new Charter TV Service instead.

Although IndyCar racing over Labour Day weekend always makes me think of Ye long forgotten Molson Indy Vancouver event instead...

I'm Fixing A Flat Tyre...
And Wonderin' where the Air's leaking Out from, to Stop My Mind Ah-wanderin' Although It Really Doesn't Matter, Righto Sir Paul?

As that's the Beauty? Or the Danger of stopping writing said story mid-sentence - and going off into thou Bush for your first Camping Trip of the year, and then coming back and having ZERO idea what the middle of the story was going to be about, Eh?

Along with it seemingly being an ominous sign of thoust Crumbling Universe, when losing my famous Floppy Hat that I've traveled thou world with the past 10yrs - Carelessly in Bellingham; SHEISA! When Out 'N Aboot upon a very enjoyable five days sojourn in the wilds around Mount Baker, my first Camping Trek of the season with Tacoma Bureau Chief Mary Ellen, who prefers the name Maria Elaina! plus Pixie-the-Wonderdog; WUF-WUF! since thou Uber enjoyable trip from the Raisin State this past January.

Although this trip entailed missing my first IndyCar race of the season, symbiotically Up North Eh! Albeit on the opposite end of the Frozen White Tundra. Although it's a tad bit ironic that unbeknownst to Mwah, Indy Cars would be announcing Thar return to Laguna Seca Raceway upon my return home...

As I find it a Wee Bitamyte Funny how I seemingly care more 'bout the IndyCar series vs. Formula 1, which I had NO issues with giving 'em the Will Power Double Byrd' salute and skipping watching the Stupendous 10:30PM-Midnight replay of the British Grand Prix on le Duesh'. Not to mention just being Outdoors instead...

Tiny Bubbles and A Grass Shack...
Even though loading my Gynormous No Fenders Posts become more 'N more labour intensive when I can  S-E-E what I'm Uploading on the Bloody Confuzer' Screen these Dazes! I do still enjoy poondin' out my riveting No Fenders tales for Y'all on a weekly basis, now an amazing twelve years later; Aye Karumba!

Since like Indy Cars OLDEST Blogger sez', I really No longer have any idea how long I'll run the string out; Err continue doing this Blogging Gig...

Even whilst my ever decreasing typing speed, combined with my continuously faltering eyesight makes Blogging more 'N more challenging each year even before thou Internetz', Blogger.com or Lucy', my ARSE-Steamed Screen Reader AIN'T acting up; SHEISA!

Thus per Tipicali, like the Drivers say after every race, Thanks to The Fans for showing up here in Nofendersville and reading my eclectic scribblings upon No Fenders!

Whilst this Uber' eclectic mix 'N veritable Spin Cycle 'O finely honed Thomason' Tex-Mex Jambalaya of Wordsmithing wouldn't be possible without A-L-L of the Usual suspects continued yearly support.

Led First 'N Foremost by Mary Ellen, followed by Kuhnaidiun' lass Claire and Blogmeister' Miguel! Along with contributions from Snowbyrd MJ', Randal, Thy Moniker King' and the Florencians. With continued assistance from Austin's Clyde & Nelie plus the still Mega' Killer official No Fenders logo provided by Artiste Dave!

Oh Yeah, what would be the point without the countless hours of joyous affection from Thy Pixolator, nee Pixie-the-Wonderdog; WUF-WUF!

And never fear, A-LL 3 of my loyal readers, I'm going nowheres; groan; Hya! Although I'm taking a slight Sabbatical whilst moving Thy Base 'O Operations. so for once, the number of Posts may dwindle temporarily...


Longtime No Fenders Shutterbug CARPETS' Schmoozing with some "Cool" Polar Bear in the Fuzzy Wuzzy's (Ed Carpenter Racing) Pits in Gasoline Alley this May during Bump Day. (the Tomaso Collection)
A really B-I-G' SHOUT-OUT! To Dave, Dave's Not Here; Oh Never Mind, Hya! For the never ending supply 'O pictures provided by 'Offical No Fenders Photographer Dave CARPETS' O'Brien, along with graciously allowing me to stay at Carpets Manor yearly during my nearly Decade's long outings to Mother Speedway, when Dave is also my personal Trackside Indy 500 Sherpa!

Tomaso with Cake at Austin's Hyde Park Bar & Grill c/o Nelie Austin Photography.

No. 12 Hawkmobile' from Super Bowl XLVI, Will Power leading on the Milwaukee Mile and Cool 8ft tall PFS' Polar Bear in Gasoline Alley Photos c/o No Fenders ‘Offical Photographer CARPETS')